Drawn

I’ve drawn you,

Each stroke I thought “I’m lucky this is mine”.

Tracing your form,

Stopping to stare at your perfect lines.

My art a mere copy of what this world gave in you.

My work never giving justice no matter how I do.

I’ve drawn you,

I think to have you here in my hands.

Tracing your perfect form,

Wishing life into my creation as each stroke expands.

Time

Time doesnt pass like time passes with you.

I don’t lose hours, lose time like we do.

It seems to drag as I wait for your words.

It seems to stand still til your voice is heard.

Then when we get chance fast forward’s engaged.

We talk or hold hands and it picks up a pace.

It goes too quick, flies cos of the fun.

It passes us by til we’re finally done.

Then the breaks bind and time stands still.

Forever we wait, that is until.

Our time comes, a time just for us.

And suddenly time has that same old rush.

Missing You

Missing you,

Doesn’t come any where near.

The feelings I feel,

The deep seated fear.

Viruses and violence,

Conspire to keep us apart.

Illness and unrest,

Slowly breaking our hearts.

Missing you,

Will never ever convey.

The pain that the world inflicts,

As it keeps us at bay.

Spectrum

Did you ever have that feeling?

That feeling like you’d burst.

The build up of pure emotion,

Sinking so deep, totally immersed.

Did you ever have that feeling,

The pressure forcing out tears.

No matter how you try to contain,

They break and just appear.

Some days I get that feeling,

At each end of the spectrum of love.

An all consuming happiness,

Or the depression of being totally bust.

Some days I’ve had those feelings,

I’ve had them both in turn.

Some days I want it to go away,

But others it’s that for which I yearn.